Sometimes, when everything is quiet...and I'm about to drift off to sleep, or in the middle of a deep meditation, or staring out at the ocean...all I can hear is....
“Tom’s house was broken into, and he confronted the burglar and then he had to go have eye surgery and then my son had to go over and help and then, my son, he rolled over his car five times on the way home...I got a call at 3 in the morning — but didn’t get it until 6 — from Pasadena police department that Tom’s home had been broken into. … He confronted the burglar and then he had to go the hospital and then have some sort of surgery, I don’t even really know...My son went because I can’t go, and then on his way home, it was snowing and he rolled his car,”